And I was finally roused awake.
Dreams, they end
Till we lie in our eternal sleep.
The clarity, when dreams die,
Is like the morning sun
That hurts one's eyes.
One sees things for what they are.
The fog lifts
And all are laid bare.
Truths, lies, vileness, kindness
Love and hate,
The polarities of life
I see them all
And the heart,
It fills with a sweet bitterness.
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